Overgod Ascension

Ant Nest Black Market.

We have the strongest armor, the sharpest weapons, the most expensive spices and, of course, the most beautiful slaves.

Wu Ming even saw an amnesty decree issued by the Viscount and a certificate of free citizenship with a blank name and a noble seal and signature underneath.

If this document is true, it represents the buyer, whoever he or she is, who can quickly acquire a new identity by filling in his or her name.

The gang leaders of the Jiangyang Bandits and the Ma Bandits, who want to wash away the new gang leaders, will need this very much.

Sure enough, Wu Ming just waited a while and saw several luxury customers fight for it, and finally came a very rich guy, directly smashing 200 Kinderon's high price and putting the ID into the bag.

“The certifying lord also has an obligation to ensure that what he says is true… It is no wonder that very little such proof of identity can truly flow out…”

“But... more and more people are coming. Are you waiting for that auction? ”

Wu Ming walked around and found no holy oil sales. Only the square in the center was empty. Some waiters were laying it out, so he did not hurry and waited quietly.

Suddenly, a disturbance came from the slave stall in front, with a cry of ‘blue blood’.

Wu Ming moved inside and squeezed the crowd forward.

Right in front of him, of course, is a slave shop.

All the slaves are sold here in heavenly national colours, wearing all kinds of exposed clothing, and the expression on their faces is as holy as a prayer nun, some with pride as a queen, and teasing in their eyes beneath.

Obviously, they were trained by a very good slave trader, a good bargain for which any nobleman would be willing to pay a high price.

On the bulletin board next to it, it clearly says - 'Advanced Slave Girl, mastery of all kinds of etiquette and mastery of pleasing men, honor assured, each is a virtuous virgin, selling for fifty Kinderon alone! ’

But at this point, they are not the protagonists of amazement.

From the sight of Wu Ming, he met a little girl who looked like she was only 12 or 3 years old, and was shouted and sold by the slave traders: "Blue blood nobility, from the ruined Ross family, guaranteed no trouble at all, only 50 Kinderon, she is yours! ”

Blue-blooded nobility! Inherit from Taylor's blood! Wu Ming finally figured out why it caused the sensation.

However, for any Blue-blooded nobleman, the price of fifty Kinderons is clearly somewhat too cheap.

But the crowd here made a noise, and none of them were asking for a price.

At a glance, Wu Ming knew why.

Because the girl is sick and very sick!

She was almost naked with dark red abscesses, some of which had already begun to rot and spill a stench.

“My God... is this the devil's curse? ”

Wu Ming heard a shout from the neighbor: "Such a filthy and ugly monster, I'm afraid buying it back won't last the night! ”

Young, healthy, blue blood aristocrats are worth even the city, but this breath is dying, and there is a risk of death at any moment, which is no different than a pile of rotten meat.

“What monster? ”

Slave traders are blushing like they've been insulted by something: "Look! ”

He grabbed the girl's arm and barely looked for a spot free of scabies: "What fine white skin and this blue blood vessel! ”

Under the lights, the girl's arms seemed translucent, with blue blood vessels in the pale.

This is proof of the proud lineage of many Blue-blooded aristocrats.

“Blue blood indeed! This symbol... can't be faked! ”

A voice lowly summed up outside: "But... she's dying, and the disease, I don't know if it's contagious! ”

“How is that possible? Look at me. It's nothing. ”

Slave traders are called Watchdogs.

In fact, in his heart, he is claiming to be bitter.

He remembers getting the Ross family's last orphan when their skin grew more slippery than the best porcelain and was as beautiful as an angel.

He is absolutely confident that after his‘ training ’this girl will drive all the guests crazy!

But who knows, the day after she bought it, the girl started to get sick and ended up with a pus like this, not even on her face, and turned into an ugly monster.

‘The bastard who deserves to go to hell on the ninth floor! ’

The slave trader did not know how many times he was cursing the mercenary who sold the little girl to him: "He must know the truth! ”

“The Ross family has perished and the territory has been re-sealed... so by this time, she is useless except as a blue blood nobleman...”

Outside, a picky voice said.

But the eyes of the slave traders are bright and picky, indicating a desire to buy as well.

“But… she is still a blue blood, which is worth at least a hundred Kinderons! Fifty now, it's too cheap! ”

At this time, he has been busy trying to sell this money-losing product, and it is best never to see it when he sees an angry monster.

“Ten Kinderons! ”

A man covered in black cloaks offered a price.

“Impossible! ”

Slave traders refuse to let go.

“She looks like she's dying...” the cloak man insisted.

“She's just sick, maybe a scholar, a doctor can cure her... just turn around and sell, for God's sake, that's ten times as much profit! ”

Slave traders speak in an exaggerated tone.

In fact, he had already tried everything he could and was in total despair.

“Impossible, up to 20 Kinderons... I just wanted to have some fun with the little ones at home...”

The cloak man insisted.

“Fifty Kinderons! ”

The slave trader made a final effort, spreading his hand: “Not one less, or I'd rather she died here! ”

This is what he has accumulated over the years of his business, he must not take the initiative to reduce the price, otherwise when this mouth opens, the final price will definitely make him spit blood.

“Sorry!”

The cloak shrugged his shoulders and left.

“Tsk... I can't believe it's really blue blood! ”

The surrounding crowd sees boredom and begins to dissipate slowly.

“If she's not ill, I guarantee she's over a monthly auction! ”

“Remember that time back in the day? The Blue Blood Slave, she auctioned off an entire 5,000 Goldilons! Oh, my God, it's like a knight's estate! ”

……

“You fucking monster, go to hell! ”

Seeing the customer leave, the unsuccessful slave traders beat the girl to a whip, making her groan painfully.

“I can't even talk, dumb things, why did I go blind when I bought you...”

Slave traders held their heads in agony and found that one more person had not left.

“What, sir, are you interested in her? ”

He seemed to see a lifesaving straw and looked forward to the remaining customers.

“The Ross? Won't you have any trouble buying her? ”

Wu Ming asked in a low voice.

“Of course… its immediate heirs are dead! Feel free to ask for information and no one will be hard on you for this girl… However, in the honor of the Blue Blood Nobility, I suggest you not show her in public! ”

The slave trader warned that, in fact, he felt that it was completely superfluous, after all, that the girl would not survive for a few days.

But that's what he said, out of professional ethics.

“Pure blue blood...”

Wu Ming squatted down and looked at the girl's translucent pale skin, as well as the blue blood vessels in her body.

She moved with a face of scabies, her eyes were like dead fish eyes, a cold glance at Wu Ming, that indifference, enough to impress any adult, even more incredible from the face of this little girl.

‘Very good... I've always wanted to find a material to study...’

Wu Ming nodded in the dark and tried to cut the price again.

Obviously, this slave owner has been tormented by this wretched cargo to a mental breakdown, and after successive blows, he made his first concession in his career: "Forty-five Kinderons! Not one less! ”

“Deal! ”

Wu Ming took out the gold coin and handed it over to the slave owner with pleasure and acquired ownership of the girl.

“Her name is Beatrice, of course, and now she's yours, so feel free to give her a name! ”

The slave lord counted Kinderon, hovering the girl's head up and revealing the iron ring around her neck: "Here's her slave collar, and the key! ”

“Enjoy the deal! ”

Wu Ming picked up the key and picked up the little girl.

The other person's body was light and his indifferent eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if he did not know that he had been bought by a stranger.

“What a poor little guy! ”

Wu Ming shook his head and looked at the center of the black market.

There, a large observation deck had been set up and it was clear that the monthly auction was about to begin.

Auctions at auctions are the most prestigious and rare, and if there is holy oil, this is the only place where it can appear.

Of course, Wu Ming knew very well that even though he did not buy Beatrice, with his own resources, he had little hope of buying Holy Oil.

So from the very beginning, he fought the idea of crooked doors.

“Well, the auction begins now! ”

Accompanied by a loud roar, people flowed to the center of the observation stand concentration, even some vendors rushed to close the stall, unable to take care of their own business.

On the observation deck, a chauffeur bowed around and lifted the red cloth of the first treasure: “Full set of knight armor, made of the lightest steel, handcrafted by artisans from the highlands, lightweight, sturdy and defensive, better than ordinary deck armor, starting at 2,000 Kinderon! ”